Try as he might, coevad can't pull his head out of his ass. But let's look on the bright side: At least now the big meanies can't give him a swirlie.

(You understand that I'm a fake pope, don't you? Hell, I'm not even a Catholic, much less a Christian. I took that name, Pope Jim, to bug Gary Titone. He was trying to pass himself off as Ambassador-at-Large at the time, the official mouthpiece for Dweezil Zappa World. I figured if he could call himself something that he clearly wasn't, I might as well be the fucking pope.)

FalseDichotomy divides his time between drugs, hugs and rugs. He dreams of sharing all three with a 1967 version of Marianne Faithful, but is still considering the major emotional and financial ramifications of a Mars bar, a time machine, a stretch in prison and an argument with Mick Jagger.

_________________"I have learned from my mistakes, and I am sure I can repeat them exactly."

Try as he might, coevad can't pull his head out of his ass. But let's look on the bright side: At least now the big meanies can't give him a swirlie.

(You understand that I'm a fake pope, don't you? Hell, I'm not even a Catholic, much less a Christian. I took that name, Pope Jim, to bug Gary Titone. He was trying to pass himself off as Ambassador-at-Large at the time, the official mouthpiece for Dweezil Zappa World. I figured if he could call himself something that he clearly wasn't, I might as well be the fucking pope.)

I'm such a liar.You're not real? Nooooo!

Plook just ordered a gross of fondue forks, w/ naked lady handles.

_________________Is that the wave of the future? Ah, spare me please!

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Plook bought some Moon cheese. He couldn't help himself. Anything bearing the vaguest relationship to the Zappa family is a must-have item to him. He was so excited. He couldn't wait to get home and whip up a Moon fondue in his not-so-secret culinary laboratory in the (you guessed it) basement. Just as the fondue began bubbling, he was distracted by a phone call. It was his boss and he didn't dare not answer. So he groaned and took the call and went back upstairs for better reception. That's when Gary the Blunder Dog made his move. He gobbled up every last speck of the fondue. Turns out it was real moon cheese from the real moon in the sky and it was radioactive! The transformation began almost immediately. Gary the Blunder Dog turned into Gary the Spiderhulk. And Gary the Spiderhulk was ANGRY! He was so angry, he wanted to bite someone. Who will it be? Stay tuned, dear reader. I'd tell you now, but I have an appointment with the commode...

Oh no! Another liar chimed in. I must tell you now, before I fill my papal diaper. He bit coevad. He bit him right in his shriveled nards! And now I really must go.

Plook plays a big part in that confusion. He goes from fucking hilarious in one post to dead dull in the next. Are there perhaps two Plooks, a clever one and a drooling cretin, operating under the same screen name? Send your guesses to Trendmonger@brownlipstick.com, because I don't really want to know.

coevad gently applies the Nair to Trendmonger's monstrous ball sack. He patiently waits the required amount of time for the stinky preparation to loosen the pubes. Now comes the hard part. He licks...and licks...and gags...and licks some more. He doesn't dare stop. If he does, that fucking mutant dog, Gary, will bite him again and he still hasn't healed from the last time. "Oh. God," he moans, "why hast thou forsaken me?" Tears begin to fall.

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